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Always Count Your Money

The money given to you, please, count, Even if the giver were a fount And his trusted Nice Nickname "Money," For if you got shortchanged 'Not funny!' He'd waited for you to cash count And you hadn't thought a cheat A fount... To lost money raised challenges mount, Not unlike climbing a once climbed mount. Always count money released to you Or cascading tears would be soon due, The missing sum from it not a clue: What is left the rest of what you blew!

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